A Touch of Cologne

And the saga continues. We went over to one of our friends’ house for New Year’s eve, and the munchkin was invited as well.

A lot of his classmates were going to be there. He wanted to know if any of his girl classmates were going to be there. I went through the girls, and he smiles and nods.

“Okay,” he says. “I’m going to use some of Daddy’s cologne then.”

Now, it was a good thing I’d just swallowed my coffee because at that pronouncement I would have spit it out all over everything! πŸ˜‰

Fast forward to New Year’s eve. He did, indeed, wear cologne to the party. The next morning we asked him if any of the girls noticed he was wearing cologne. “Nope,” he said.

I asked him if he’d asked any of them to smell it to see if they liked it. His response?

“Nooo! I didn’t want them near my neck! They might try to kiss me!”

Lol! Really?!?! What a little knucklehead. Silly munchkin. And yes, we’re sooo in trouble. At least for the time being he doesn’t want the girls kissing him. Guess we should be thankful for small favors. πŸ˜‰


A Kiss Before 23

First off, happy New Year to you! I hope 2011 treated you well and that 2012 will be full of health, hope and happiness!

Now, on to the story. As I’ve said in the past, we’re in for trouble when it comes to the munchkin and girls. He’s seven going on 17.

While he’s been commenting on “cute” girls for quite some time now, lately, he’s been asking specific questions about dating, boyfriends/girlfriends and kissing.

For example, the other day he asks (out of the blue, I might add), “When did Daddy first kiss you? How old we’re you?” Huh?

Now, the good thing with this is that we didn’t meet until well after school, which means my answer was 23. “Twenty-three?!?!” he answers, amazed. “Wow, that’s old.”

Yep. Of course, I didn’t bother to explain that people kiss a lot younger than that. He didn’t ask me when my first kiss was, and I wasn’t about to give him any ideas that kissing was something to undertake before your 20s! Lol! πŸ˜‰

Oh yes, we’re in trouble. Stay tuned for the continuing saga.

Rock star

20111126-200455.jpgYep. That’s what the munchkin called me tonight. A high school rock star.

Works for me. He can tell me I look like I’m in high school any day. πŸ˜‰

You see, my mom bought me these cool jeans, we had a family date night tonight at Macaroni Grill, and I didn’t feel like straightening my hair. So, I let it go kinda wild, put on my cool new jeans & off we went. When the munchkin saw me, he said, “Mom! You look good. You look like a high school rock star!!!”

Awesome! He then informed me I should form a band. I should sing, he would dance & Daddy could play the drums. He thought we should call it: Laura & Her Boys. LOL!

Too funny! Let’s hope he continues to think I’m cool. Ha! Who am I kidding? πŸ˜‰


Starbucks vs. Dunkin’

Starbucks vs Dunkin'So far as long as I’ve been drinking coffee, I’ve been a Dunkin’ Donuts coffee person. Everyone knows this. It’s something I pride myself on. After all, why pay more for a cup of coffee at Starbucks when you can get one that’s better at Dunkin’ for less?

Until now. *Sigh.*

For some reason, lately, I can’t get enough of Starbucks coffee. Really? What is the deal?

It used to be that I thought it was too acidic, too strong and just plain not as smooth as Dunkin’ donuts. Now, my tastebuds have decided that Dunkin’ is too sweet – even when it’s black.

It’s giving me an identity crisis. And I’m not sure what to do about it. Ah, the trials and tribulations of the coffee enthusiast. What’s your favorite brew? Drop me a line and share your common grounds. πŸ˜‰

The Chase

20110917-085011.jpgMy son walked over to me last night, and asked, “Mom, did you used to have boys chasing you on the playground?”


“Sometimes, yes…”

To which he responded, “Did you like it?”

What?!? LOL! πŸ˜‰ “Ummm…once I realized it meant they liked me. Why do you ask?”

“Oh,” he said. “A few of us boys have girls chasing us at recess. I just wondered.”

Unbelievable. Seven-year-olds?!?! Boy, are we in trouble!

Name that tune

Do you ever use music to convey a thought or a feeling? Maybe you can’t put into words what you’re thinking, feeling or wanting to say. Maybe the artist says it much betterΒ  – or in a different way – than you ever could. Maybe the music itself, the rhythm, beat, attitude of the notes set a specific tone that you just can’t achieve with mere words.

That’s how it’s been for me lately.

Rock ‘n roll, Hip-Hop, Pop, Country…Books?

I haven’t been listening to music for the past few months, preferring instead to listen to audio books on CD on my drive to and from work. I don’t know about you, but I often do this: flip back-and-forth between books and music or even types of music.

But, for some reason, I just haven’t been interested in listening to music at all lately.

Now, for those of you who know me, this is absolutely nuts. Right? After all, music is a huge part of my life. It always has been. For those who don’t know me, I love to play the piano and began singing at an early age, and continued throughout school, sang in a 60-voice a capella choir in college, played the piano in jazz band and even now sing at church (when my mother convinces me to do it because I love it). *Shhh…don’t tell her she’s right; she’ll get me to do it all the time.* ;-). Not to mention just enjoying listening to all types of music.

So what’s the deal?

Good question. Just haven’t felt like listening to music – until now. All of a sudden, I can’t get enough. I’m listening in the car on the way to and from work, and at home and work via my iPhone/iPod. What gives?

It seems there are several songs out there right now that stir something within me. They speak for me when I feel like I can’t express myself properly or clarify my thoughts.

That’s why I’ve always loved music, and I think I forgot that for awhile. It speaks for us, through us and to us. It creates a mood – whether it’s melancholy, happiness, frustration, fear or passion.

It tells a story.

What about you? What story is your music telling? Drop me a line. I’d love to know…

Excuse me?

20110802-083310.jpgI’ve decided it’s time to get back in shape. I know, I know, I’m asking myself the same question: How long will I stick with it this time?


I heard a scary stat recently that said women 40 and over (not quite there, but close) put on 10 pounds a year unless they exercise at least 30 minutes a day. What?!?! That can’t be right. How is that fair?

Um, what happened to age 24, is what I want to know? Where did it go and why can’t it come back around again?

The Trainer
So, I pulled out the Wii fit balance board tonight, and asked the munchkin if he wanted to do some yoga with me. Of course he was game. The child has more energy than a Duracell battery.

All is going well. I’m about 20 minutes into the groove, and the trainer (on the Wii) decides to inform me the following brilliant nugget: Flexibility and agility tend to diminish as we age.

Well thank you for that. I said, “Hey, are you telling me I’m old?” to the TV. Yes, let’s not talk about me talking back to the pretend cartoon trainer on a video game. The munchkin chimes in and says, “Well, she knew when you took a break a few minutes ago. Evidently, she knows you’re old, too.”

Yep. Thanks for that, munchkin. I love you too. πŸ˜‰ Unbelievable.

What do you do to stay fit? Drop me a comment. I’d love to share our common grounds!